September 9, 2017

2 Years

It's been 2 years. 2 years since we first laid eyes on each other. 2 years since we first looked into each other's eyes. 2 years since your first dog showing lesson at my breeder's house. 2 years since you were told you could be mine to show and love as your own.

2 years since you first pet me. 2 years since you first picked me up. 2 years since you first talked to me. You didn't tell me "I love you". We just met. But that's OK, because you've definitely say it quite a bit as the story goes along.

It's been 2 years since you first learned to gait a dog, me, and learned to stack a dog, also me. It's been 2 years since you first had a fire for the show ring and got to feel the surreal joy of signing the most important papers ever. The papers that would make me your dog.

You didn't take me home 2 years ago today. You didn't really see as yours 2 years ago today, even after you signed the papers. But 2 years ago, you and I, both of us, we looked at each other and thought, "where have you been my whole life?"

Here's to those 2 years and 87 more.


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